Jim Brown - f** It lyrics

[Intro] Uh oh oh hey I didn't see you there Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine Pa** me the blunt (yeah I got a bo*er, b**h) [Verse 1] Back when I was sipping Sunny D Watching "Harry and the Hendersons" Oshkosh jeans, and the Dimetapp medicine Life was good and oh so simple No girls, no weed, no police, no pimples And now it's Red Stripe 'til I can't stand up I don't bluff, I'm in Maine like horse dandruff I could burn my mouth and still not s** With the bank account negative a million bucks And even when I'm drunk I spit resilient stuff And I date a Kennebunker who gives brilliant f**s Similarly early life made me as such Heyo what? I've been bonkers since Tonka trucks Is he Spizzy? is he nuts? The locals are unsure No fur, just ash stains on the sweatshirt Who besides Spose had a flow so pure Before the Red Sox reversed that curse in '04, baby [Chorus] f** it If you're with me or you just got meds for your STDs say f** it One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say f** it If you ain't got paid or you ain't got laid in one hundred days say f** it Spizzy Spose, you're damn right, I keep it bimpin' [Verse 2] White dude, Nikes Suburban living where the blunts half-pipes be Quite abundant, night life unlively Glove compartment got Febreze and Visine VCR-TV combo not widescreen And Mike V hustles trees unidly 12 year olds fake IDs Rich dads keep their yards tidy Shall I proceed? (mmhmm) alrighty We got wealth disproportionate Teen suicide, no need for Kevorkian Dope people mixed with should've-been-abortioned kids Wells, Maine from the casket to the orphanage And back again, I'm from the place where the wives scream Redneck fists aren't soft like Ice Cream Police lights shine bright white Every night like Jesus Christ light beams And the radio s**s, so turn up the Outkast [Chorus] f** it If you're with me or you just got meds for your STDs say f** it One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say f** it If you ain't got paid or you ain't got laid in one hundred days say f** it Spizzy Spose, you're damn right, I keep it bimpin' [Verse 3] I've been dope with these rants Since everybody rocked JNCO pants Justin, JC, and Lance used to blare At every Junior High Dance While my mom was in the basement watering plants With the xenon lights, rural life ain't polite Welcome to the jungle, stash the weed by the grundle My buddy mumbles that the cop probably knows his uncle Get it dropped like a fumble I said, "that sh**'s bimpin'" 5'8" eyes dilate when I'm baked Guidos in tuxedos buy steaks at high rates For Christ sake, American parents are irate Cause they've all seen their daughters gyrate on Myspace I'm on the couch, pa**ed out, being an a** clown But they say that Spose kid is dope with his mouth In fact the illest illestest since social studies syllabus Before Islamic militants were k**ing us [Chorus] f** it If you're with me or you just got meds for your STDs say f** it One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say f** it If you ain't got paid or you ain't got laid in one hundred days say f** it Spizzy Spose, you're damn right, I keep it bimpin' [Outro] Can't afford a hat, I wear a bucket Kicked out my mom's house, f** it On the mic I used to be s**ing, reluctant But not no more f**ed a lot of girls, but not no who*es Freestyle, used to kick it F4 I can kick it up in my mom's door At my dad's house, I got a bad mouth From the Wells, Maine area Sicker than malaria Cause ma** hysteria in your area f**ing coming out your stereo When you're bumpin' I mean something like that, bimpin' [P Nut's "TJ Quit" voicemail]